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❧16

❧ Impulsive Dreams ❧

Taehyung took a while to fully awaken, seeing the warmth of morning behind his eyelids and deciding to bask in it for a while longer. He was waking up for the second time that night, and also in a second pair of arms.

The familiar feeling of home he sensed in small hands, his best friend wrapped around him in the quiet room. And while the feeling of home with Jimin holding him was comforting, what brought a smile to his face was the feeling of risks that came with waking in leather arms.

Taehyung remembered being a bit drowsy when Jeongguk had nudged him out of the dream world. The biker had shook him a bit, teasing him to wake him up fully, because the surfer had to be in enough control of his senses to grip onto that small waist so he didn't fall on the drive back.

Honestly, the memories of the night had felt like a dream.

Something he'd mustered in the subconscious to justify Jeongguk's caring nature. The younger taking him on a drive, ensuring his safety so he could enjoy the new rush of a motorcycle drive.

Being shown the clearing of the cliffside and seeing the beach in a new light. Albeit, still moonlight, but it all felt so new with Jeongguk with him, so high up he felt like he was flying.

Flying was the perfect word to describe the night. Flying on the back of a motorcycle, flying as he sprinted away from taunting hands that eventually held him until he flew into dreams.

Taehyung was smiling over the truth that he'd fallen asleep in Jeongguk's arms alone. He knew that meant some mutual level of trust and comfort between them.

His comforted heart quickened as he recalled his dream. Rather pathetic and far too hopeful.

And the truth that he had dreamed about the biker was enough to fluster him. That wasn't even considering he'd imagined the guy kissing his forehead, calling him beautiful, like Jeongguk said he wouldn't do.

It was wishful thinking.

Taehyung felt his chest clench as how nice it had felt, even in his dreams, to have the fingers brush back his hair and stay there, lips gently touch the crown of his head as the heartwarming word sounded from the last person he'd expected to say it.

Wishful thinking, Kim Taehyung.

It was ridiculous that he was even wishing for that. That his heart raced imagining Jeongguk doing such a gesture anyways. What did he want? Jeongguk to be his? That would never work. Their opposing tendencies carried to what love meant to them.

But what if...

Taehyung opened his eyes as his thoughts continued on, his own mind being a devil's advocate to the stubbornness.

Jimin stirred awake as well, surprising the artist who had just warmed up to the picturesque sight of a morning beach. The elder pressed his nose into Taehyung's shoulder before jerking away.

"Tae, you're up?" The voice croaked. "Why do you smell like... I don't know— smoke?"

The surfer froze, staring down at the clothes he hadn't bothered to change out of when he'd come back, just crashing into bed. "I, uh..."

"You're dressed, too." Jimin sat up, alarmed by the odd state of his bests friend. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Taehyung shrugged, sitting up and ordering his shoulders to relax. "Just went to the diner last night and forgot to change." He paused. "Good morning, Minie."

"Morning, dumbass." The elder brushed off the suspicions and rubbed his sore neck. "Went there 'cause you couldn't sleep?"

"Something like that." He slipped out of the bed and stretched, walking to the balcony door and staring out at the shore. Jimin told him to change or shower for Taehyung's own cleanliness, as well as that smell just reminding him of bikers.